Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

"Esto no me gusta. Aqui la gente, la no sirve pa' mierda
yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo aqui
Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye compadre!"

In the midst of the madness no question, who's the
MC's in the runnin for the status
Take a few to review the crews
Sittin on top is the Hill lookin you
Killa Niggas, cream in my dream
Cookin up a scheme for all them big figures
The is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't a fuck who it is
Number one mission,
Get sent home in dead position
In the casket, wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin with the
Full out search for the
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya back again

Check my dramatics, get splattered, dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he
Peep the adolescents, on his defense
Power - U niggaz talkin fast like Ricans
What you seekin, son I catch cream like
Last Mohican, I'm speakin, wild as Indians
- Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York, chumps get extorted for Newports
What you

Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That I'm ever let ya come back again
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back
Ease back, ease
Ease back, back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever let ya come back again

"Y ya esta dicho. Todos los que no les mi 'rebote' van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la a cualquier maricon
Que no me a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta
Quiero la cara!"

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - slant
I'm takin cannabis plants yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, slam soon
From a dune in the Mega - Babylon pleasure
out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad, put you in a
Comma, llama, - crashin your armor
Drama, I'm a, aircraft bomber
is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the
And if not yo, credentials are
I see reality, few surroundin me
Three like a spread, precise the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red
Pine lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe - trotter, call me Meadowlark
part criminal, two part felon

That I'm gonna let ya come back again
that that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That that I'm ever gonna let ya come again
back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm gonna let ya come back again
Ease ease back
Ease back, ease back or I up on the trigger
- That I'm ever let ya come back again
Ease back or I up on the trigger

"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por
los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser en nuestro pais. Y todos los 'singamasones'
Que singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser
sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos singando en el culo
Todos son unos cabrones